cheerfire | i got five on it

[ Eddie has been high plenty of times in his life. For the most part, he prides himself on his tolerance, on just how much it takes to really get him feeling something out of body. That's why he had wanted something stronger, a strain that was designed to be his undoing. And yes, he wanted to smoke with his girlfriend, but the problem was she was an extreme sort of lightweight in comparison. It was a careful balancing act, only letting Chrissy take the occasional hit while he worked at the majority of the joint. It would do him no good to let her get too fucked up. It had happened a few times, ended with her pawing at him, but he had always turned her down and waited for her to fall asleep, not wanting to feel like he was taking advantage.

Tonight is different though, because he's being careful about the ratio of hits they take. Eddie is trying to set them up on the same playing field, so to speak. Some bullshit movie plays on the tv, a rom com that they both have long since stopped paying attention to. Eddie reaches back behind him, lets what's left of the joint drop into the ashtray. Wayne is away for yet another night shift, and they have the trailer to themselves tonight. ]

Hey, baby. [ His voice comes out in a slow drawl, pulling Chrissy on top of him as he settles back on the couch. Every inch of her feels so impossibly good, even when his fingers are only tracing over her clothes. ] How're you feeling?

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[Chrissy really has to give him credit sometime for his ability to make math work when he puts his mind to it. As it turns out, all Eddie needs for math to become interesting is a little practical application. Her boyfriend is a genius, she thinks, and adorably protective of her. He hadn't let her take too much from the joint, even when she sulked and pouted a little over it.

She's a lightweight compared to him, that much is obvious. And right now, any previous sulking is forgotten in favor of feeling a high that leaves her perfectly mellow even as she feels a sense of elation. His hands on her as he pulls her over to him make her skin tingle, and her lips part as she lets out a slow exhale.]

Hi. [She cutely responds, her mind taking its time in producing any kind of real response. A smile is etched on her face though, a nice and easygoing one that only grows when he pulls her in on top of him.]

I think I'm good. [Her eyes look to his lips, before glancing back up to meet his gaze. The way he looks down at her makes her want to shiver in anticipation, even if he hasn't shown any sign that he wants things to progress further than this. At least she's not pawing at him like she sometimes does when they smoke together. She's nice and chill this time, marveling at how her buzz makes every little touch feel like the start of an out of body experience.

It's really neat actually.]

Really good. I guess you did know what you were doing.

[Pausing, she shifts just enough that she can slowly graze her lips against his. It's so chaste that it's painful, but she spends a few seconds enjoying how even her lips tingle at the contact. Smiling still, she claims his lips again, but allows this kiss to quickly work up and build into something more.]

[ Eddie can't help but feel a little proud of himself. As Hawkins resident drug dealer, it is ultimately his responsibility to make sure his customers have a good time. Of course, Chrissy, is far more than a customer, and as such he had put far more effort in making sure everything was just right for her. He's managed to succeed, not that he really had any doubt. But it's nice to know she's enjoying herself. Real nice. ]

Perfect. [ Eddie drawls out, his words hanging slow and heavy in the air. He's already tugging her onto his lap, needing her nice and close. His arms wind carefully around her, pulling her close as he meets her kiss. ] And speaking of, fuck, have I mentioned you look perfect tonight?

[ It's corny, but they're far passed caring about what is or isn't corny. All that matters is he has her in his lap, they're both the perfect amount of high, and his lips are back on hers again. ]

[It is corny, and it makes her laugh. She'd do that even if she wasn't high. But since she is, her giggles are bellike and filled with warmth. She sits up a little, straddling his lap but leaning back. ]

I'm only wearing one of your shirts.

[But she knows he thinks she's even prettier in his things, so she holds her head higher and sticks out her chest like she's modeling his own band t-shirt to him. Which makes her giggle again, this time breathier, and all too soon she's leaning down so she can work her mouth along his neck. That's short lived before the light from the TV catches her attention, and she stops to lift her head and look over toward it.]

Do you still want to watch the movie?

That's really all you need to wear, you know?

[ Chrissy looks gorgeous in everything she wears, that is just an indisputable fact. And sure, he's had plenty of fantasies with her in that cheer uniform, but her in his clothes? It's like something straight out of the most pornographic region of his mind. Eddie grins at her, his gaze steady as she lowers herself down. They share a long, heady kiss, the sort that can make him forget his first name. ]

If you want. ( Eddie shrugs a little, hoping that Chrissy has changed her mind from watching a movie. ] Otherwise we can... keep going.

[He's told her plenty of times that she looks amazing no matter what she wears. And she really does believe that he's genuine about that. But the way he looks at her when she's in his shirts is something that nearly steals her breath away. That kiss he indulges her in actually does leave her breathless, and she's panting softly as she looks up at him with want.]

What movie?

[She jokes, the corner of her mouth dimpling as a grin slowly stretches across her face. That's her cue to resume what she was working on, leaving little red marks along his throat as she warms her hands against his stomach.]

I just don't want to take advantage of you while you're high, baby.

[Typically, that's the guy's line. But she'll steal it tonight, hoping to make him laugh.]

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